Eternal Arena

In the heart of the city, a colosseum stands tall and proud, A testament to history, a beacon in the crowd. Its ancient stones now bathed in golden light, As day gives way to night, and the world takes flight. The roar of the crowd, a distant, fading sound, Echoes through the ages, a story unbound. The arena's grandeur, a sight to behold, A symbol of power, where legends unfold. The city's pulse beats strong, as the stadium shines bright, A fusion of past and present, a wondrous sight. In this moment, time stands still, as the world converges, And the essence of human spirit, in all its forms, emerges.